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If I knew how to strike up a conversation I'd have stacked matches to the sun set and back by now so when you rose in the morning you'd wake to find your name in the sky But as it stands I am not the man who created fire nor the one after who dabbled in it's practice No I am the one quietly admiring the glow from afar yearning for it's warmth Carefully masking my intent by tossing acronyms to the wind I'll play the failure eagerly awaiting your approval
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
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If I knew how to strike up a conversation I'd have stacked matches to the sun set and back by now so when you rose in the morning you'd wake to find your name in the sky But as it stands I am not the man who created fire nor the one after who dabbled in it's practice No I am the one quietly admiring the glow from afar yearning for it's warmth Carefully masking my intent by tossing acronyms to the wind I'll play the failure eagerly awaiting your approval
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
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